"Pro football is like nuclear warfar. There re no winners, only suvivors." Frank Gifford
Who am I? I’m X-box gaming systems, playing on a rainy day. I’m dogs, running in the mud all day. I’m school, a class full of laughter and learning. I’m cats, in the kitty house sleeping. I’m playing football, on the field with ball in hand running for a touchdown. I’m riding four-wheelers, in the muddy woods
I’m not books, sitting in a room reading. I’m not butterflies, in a jar after being caught. I’m not read.ing, in my mom’s bedroom. I’m not fighting, hoping I will become cool. I’m not Floods, waiting to destroy people’s houses. I’m NOT Tornadoes, ripping houses to shreds.
Who am I?
I’m X-box gaming systems, playing on a rainy day.
I’m dogs, running in the mud all day.
I’m school, a class full of laughter and learning.
I’m cats, in the kitty house sleeping.
I’m playing football, on the field with ball in hand running for a touchdown.
I’m riding four-wheelers, in the muddy woods
I’m not books, sitting in a room reading.
I’m not butterflies, in a jar after being caught.
I’m not read.ing, in my mom’s bedroom.
I’m not fighting, hoping I will become cool.
I’m not Floods, waiting to destroy people’s houses.
I’m NOT Tornadoes, ripping houses to shreds.
Brett Creel